I don't go out searching I try to get lost I am no longer seeking out your cup or your cross So, if you ever get to wandering 'cause you've been wondering where I am If I appear more like smoke to you, than like the water in your dam, don't turn away
There is a higher road just up ahead I'm told. Oh, may we find it together. May we remain forever one.
Have I been distracted? Nearer to absence than to man? Lost in a fog of nothingness? Adrift without a map or plan? I can tell your patience is threadbare to the strand. What was once a mighty ocean here is more like water through your hands. Don't turn away
There is a higher road just up ahead I'm told. Oh, may we find it together. May we remain forever one.